Scent of gunpoɯder, tαste of moonlıght | F. W.

Aria Heeler, a fourth-year Gryffindor, is a full witch: oak wand with dragon heartstring core, a potions prodigy with one burning dream: to become an alchemist.
Daughter of a witch and a werewolf. No full moons, no fangs. Pure genetic chance left her human, but it also gave her something sharper and heavier: a wolf's sixth sense. She smells scents a hundred yards away, feels danger before it happens, and when someone lies she hears a low, distant growl buzzing in her ears like a pack on the hunt. Every day at Hogwarts is sensory overload; only potions can quiet the storm.

Fred Weasley, sixth-year Gryffindor: tall, freckles everywhere, permanent grin, hands forever dusted with gunpowder, heart beating too loud to ever stay still. The boy who turns detentions into legend, king of explosions and terrible jokes, who laughs danger in the face, and who, for the first time in his life, is speechless when something actually matters to him.

"Something smells like burning in the corridor. Exactly seven minutes from now, someone's going to blow up a cauldron."
Seven minutes later, Snape's cauldron erupts in flames.
Fred locks eyes with her and grins:
"Heeler, are you a spy or a prophet? Because if you're a spy, you're hired. Payment in jelly slugs."

He starts gathering rare ingredients for her experiments; she keeps pulling him out of his own explosions.
The attraction flares fast and messy: two years apart, different worlds, friends who wouldn't understand, and one huge secret: Aria has almost finished a final potion, one that could silence her sixth sense forever... and with it the wildest, most alive part of herself.

"Use it and the potion will work. But if you don't, I'm still here. Because I don't want a quiet version of you. I want the girl who can smell me three corridors away and saves my life before I even know I'm in danger."

A young, reckless, explosive love between a future alchemist who transforms matter and an inventor who turns chaos into magic.